With a smile, Lynn flicked the safety pin out of a grenade.
Boom-
A deafening blast rang out.
Pale smoke instantly engulfed the entire corridor, obscuring everyone's vision.
At the same time, countless tendrils of flesh surged from the far end of the corridor into the smoke.
Meanwhile.
Outside Leviathan.
The God of Ten Thousand Machines' attack was abruptly neutralized by the three Origins, and the tremendous impact tore countless cracks in the surrounding space.
The massive Leviathan let out a whale-like cry within the Black Mist, and the Plague Doctor's hoarse, cold voice echoed across the battlefield.
"Sir Awen, you're taking a gamble."
"Do you think sending those two creatures into my Leviathan will pose any real threat to me? I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed. I've already pinpointed their locations, and soon, I'll deliver their corpses to you."
"You will ultimately pay for your stupidity."
The Psychic Giant controlled by Sir Awen forcefully blocked the attack in the realm of consciousness. His expression unchanged, Sir Awen smiled.
"Is that so? Then we'll have to wait and see."
He said no more.
He exchanged a brief glance with the God of Ten Thousand Machines, and with an unspoken understanding, they immediately launched a fierce assault on Leviathan.
They needed to create an opening for Lynn and Silver Fantasy, who had entered it.
Only by attacking with everything they had.
Could they keep the three Origins from diverting their attention and projecting their consciousness into Leviathan to suppress the two infiltrators.
But likewise.
Their furious assault could not last very long.
And the moment their offensive slowed would also be the moment Lynn and Silver Fantasy faced the greatest danger.
Inside Leviathan.
Swish, swish, swish-
Silver Fantasy's Monomolecular Sword instantly severed every tendril of flesh shooting toward